The Lonely Pear 2-27-17

Michelle's Prompt:

I left a pear in your fridge...Today's challenge: The Lonely Pear

Adam's Poem:

Before we begin I have something to say,

Something I think you should know right away.

What I'm trying to get at is: reader beware,

There's no such thing as "the lonely pear."

A pear is a fruit. It cannot feel blue.

It doesn't know sadness like you or I do.

Still, stories need heroes, someone once said,

And the words “lonely pear” just popped in my head.

They sounded poetic, those words strung together

Like “isopod grotto” or “indigent feather.”

Not only that, but it kindled a mood

For anthropomorphic adventures with food.

I liked the idea of a pear on a plate

To which none of the other cuisine could relate.

She’d send invitations, call them and write,

Yet end up companionless night after night.

It seemed – I don’t know - like an apt metaphor

For how no one talks or relates anymore.

But that's not the point I was trying to make.

My point is the pear in the story is fake.

Pears cannot write. Pears cannot call.

They can no more feel lonely than paint on a wall.

Some think I'm stating the obvious here

But its hard to proceed without making this clear.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way

The tale can begin without further delay.

But now the room’s empty. They ran for the door.

No one appreciates art anymore.